http://slow.writerscafe.org/xabalba The original writings of author Darkness-inside-Ink en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017838 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I reach into my chest for a heart that doesn’texistwhat is left is a hand full of ashdecrepit and old like the soul in this beastdying and frying inside this hell of my mindreaching out for hope that will never comepill after pill in this endless cycleabuse in my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xabalba/748186/ Desolation, time stands stillpit of depression built up in my headwanting to be free from this aching feelingwanting to see the light at the end of thetunneleyes are bound with a black ribbon of delusionheld in place with nails of despairI’m blind, reaching out tryi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xabalba/748185/ I disappear into the nightBlinded by a world that is corruptA world filled with spiteIsolation in myselfDisassociate from societyWanting it to be just meHidden away in the darkMy books my companion’sIn this endless lifeWatching as the world around me evo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xabalba/748183/ Green grass growing wild and freetangles of blades woven togetherlike a blanket wrapping the earthcold and wet between my wrinkled toesgrey clouds overhead flash menacinglya brewing storm lingering in the sky a calming sensation filling me wholedroplets of rain fall majesticallye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xabalba/748181/ One does not want to feed the monsterinsidethat invisible creature that lurks inus allit digs and claws at the door that leads to the room that we imprisonit inlittle pieces seep out through therusty keyholeparasitic little entityscratching at the threshold seeking to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xabalba/747620/ Mechanical heart cold in his chestmetal teeth interlocked within eachothera clockwise tick as the gears go round archaic parts rusting and fracturedmake up the internal structure of thisancient organismhis body withers and die'swrinkled and worn after centuries ofabusecast a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xabalba/747619/ Uponthe midnight hourTheclock chimes upon this midnight hourTheblackest night sending shadows Dancingupon his wallAcold chill falls over the roomThecurtains framing the battered old window Dancewildly entwining withi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xabalba/747618/ SilenceThesilence is deafeningAsif the world is no more Nobirds chirpingNocar engines idling Noteven the sound of children playing Thereis stillness surrounding meUneasyand thick Asif it’s a living breathing presenceTheonl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xabalba/747610/